Look but don't touch
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oprorsk_sodeFor Smut Prompt #4 “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
Mikkel was having a hard time getting comfortable in the bus. He couldn’t get to sleep and had crawled out of bed about an hour ago to sit up front with Damien who was driving. He was drinking to try and get tired enough to go back to sleep because he was exhausted. He still couldn’t get to sleep. After a while he needed something else to drink that wasn’t booze or he was going to get sick on top of being exhausted.
The Dane stumbled out to the kitchenette to get a glass of juice. It looked like everyone was asleep, a few on the couch and most of them in the bunks. Sigurd was up in one of them. Even in the darkness of the bus he could see the strands of long black hair falling out from under the privacy curtain. He downed a glass of juice and started to pour another. Screwing the cap on he heard noise in the back and wondered if someone else was still awake.
Mikkel started shuffling toward the back and then froze in place staring. He probably shouldn’t stare but…. The ginger Brit was in the back shirtless, at least, Mikkel’s eyes turned down to see the pile of clothes by the back booth. He could see the way the Brit’s muscles were flexing as he held on to Bjorn’s hair, shoving him against the wall just past the shower. No, he absolutely shouldn’t be staring but his heart was hammering in his chest. He could hear Rekker growling quietly and the heavy gasps of the Swede.
He glanced up at where Sigurd was sleeping and then back at the two in the back. There was something so sexy and eye catching about the way Rekker’s muscles flexed and his mouth was on the back of Bjorn’s shoulders. He wondered if that was what it looked like when Sigurd had a hold of him. Mikkel took a deep breath, fidgeting in place as the arousal hit. His eyes shifted to Sigurd again but there was no way he could get into bed because he would have to walk nearly behind Rekker and Bjorn. He couldn’t do that, could he?
The scene before him was so hot and he was getting horny. He wanted Sigurd as he started imagining himself being in Bjorn’s position. He could barely breathe, and his pants were getting uncomfortable. Suddenly he panicked about being caught and turned his back, leaning against the partial wall that separated the small kitchen from the sleeping area. His breath totally out of control but he could still hear the two in the back. They were getting louder and Mikkel couldn’t tell if he was fantasizing about Rekker or Sigurd. Maybe at the same time. His cheeks felt hot, and his hands were sweating. More than anything he needed to deal with himself. He needed what Bjorn was getting because watching them, he couldn’t even think about anything else.
He didn’t even need to see them any longer. The breathing alone was enough and Mikkel felt driven out of his mind by it. Damned Sigurd for being asleep. Mikkel tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He was breathing as hard as Bjorn, whose breaths sounded more like whimpers now. Mikkel knew exactly what it felt like when those sounds got pulled from someone. He was definitely thinking about Sigurd. The noise finally stopped in the back except the clear sound of Rekker trying to catch his breath. Mikkel glanced up at the bunk and then came around the corner again. Rekker was sitting in the back, Bjorn naked in his lap. Mikkel froze again and almost ran with the Brit looked up at him. Thankfully, Bjorn was buried in the Brit’s hair, but the Dane was frozen again like a deer. Rekker grinned at him, a knowing sort of smile. Did the ginger know he had been watching? Mikkel was about to bolt when the Brit glanced up at the bunks and then back at him expectantly. It felt like an invitation somehow. One that Mikkel eagerly took as he crossed the short distance and nearly bounded into the bunk where Sigurd was sprawled out.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the even blacker space behind the bunk curtain. Of course, his own Swede was dead to the world. Spread out on his stomach in just his boxers. He looked amazing. Rekker was sexy but Sigurd made his insides flutter. The young Dane huffed out a breath of disappointment then shoved himself underneath the sleeping Swede.
“Why are you always fucking sleeping?” He grouched as he wiggled under Sigurd and into his arms. He was feeling even antsier than he was when he got up. He finally got into a comfortable position, but he couldn’t stay there. Sighing he shifted around. Nowhere was comfortable because all he could think about was the way Rekker had Bjorn pinned to the wall. He couldn’t get it out of his head nor stop his body from craving Sigurd who was still fucking asleep. He pulled himself away and crawled over Sigurd into the back of the bunk. He felt angry and thought about shoving the bassist out onto the floor to wake him up.
Mikkel balled himself up, half sitting in the corner, furious because he was so horny, and Sigurd was dead to the world. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
He grouched in the darkness wondering if the Swede would wake up and if he didn’t, what then. Mikkel wiggled out of his pants. If Sigurd didn’t wake up, then he was going to have to take care of things himself. Dirty bastard. In frustration he kicked Sigurd’s thigh before balling up on his side to try and forget what he saw and what he was thinking. It wasn’t likely to work.
Mikkel was having a hard time getting comfortable in the bus. He couldn’t get to sleep and had crawled out of bed about an hour ago to sit up front with Damien who was driving. He was drinking to try and get tired enough to go back to sleep because he was exhausted. He still couldn’t get to sleep. After a while he needed something else to drink that wasn’t booze or he was going to get sick on top of being exhausted.
The Dane stumbled out to the kitchenette to get a glass of juice. It looked like everyone was asleep, a few on the couch and most of them in the bunks. Sigurd was up in one of them. Even in the darkness of the bus he could see the strands of long black hair falling out from under the privacy curtain. He downed a glass of juice and started to pour another. Screwing the cap on he heard noise in the back and wondered if someone else was still awake.
Mikkel started shuffling toward the back and then froze in place staring. He probably shouldn’t stare but…. The ginger Brit was in the back shirtless, at least, Mikkel’s eyes turned down to see the pile of clothes by the back booth. He could see the way the Brit’s muscles were flexing as he held on to Bjorn’s hair, shoving him against the wall just past the shower. No, he absolutely shouldn’t be staring but his heart was hammering in his chest. He could hear Rekker growling quietly and the heavy gasps of the Swede.
He glanced up at where Sigurd was sleeping and then back at the two in the back. There was something so sexy and eye catching about the way Rekker’s muscles flexed and his mouth was on the back of Bjorn’s shoulders. He wondered if that was what it looked like when Sigurd had a hold of him. Mikkel took a deep breath, fidgeting in place as the arousal hit. His eyes shifted to Sigurd again but there was no way he could get into bed because he would have to walk nearly behind Rekker and Bjorn. He couldn’t do that, could he?
The scene before him was so hot and he was getting horny. He wanted Sigurd as he started imagining himself being in Bjorn’s position. He could barely breathe, and his pants were getting uncomfortable. Suddenly he panicked about being caught and turned his back, leaning against the partial wall that separated the small kitchen from the sleeping area. His breath totally out of control but he could still hear the two in the back. They were getting louder and Mikkel couldn’t tell if he was fantasizing about Rekker or Sigurd. Maybe at the same time. His cheeks felt hot, and his hands were sweating. More than anything he needed to deal with himself. He needed what Bjorn was getting because watching them, he couldn’t even think about anything else.
He didn’t even need to see them any longer. The breathing alone was enough and Mikkel felt driven out of his mind by it. Damned Sigurd for being asleep. Mikkel tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He was breathing as hard as Bjorn, whose breaths sounded more like whimpers now. Mikkel knew exactly what it felt like when those sounds got pulled from someone. He was definitely thinking about Sigurd. The noise finally stopped in the back except the clear sound of Rekker trying to catch his breath. Mikkel glanced up at the bunk and then came around the corner again. Rekker was sitting in the back, Bjorn naked in his lap. Mikkel froze again and almost ran with the Brit looked up at him. Thankfully, Bjorn was buried in the Brit’s hair, but the Dane was frozen again like a deer. Rekker grinned at him, a knowing sort of smile. Did the ginger know he had been watching? Mikkel was about to bolt when the Brit glanced up at the bunks and then back at him expectantly. It felt like an invitation somehow. One that Mikkel eagerly took as he crossed the short distance and nearly bounded into the bunk where Sigurd was sprawled out.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the even blacker space behind the bunk curtain. Of course, his own Swede was dead to the world. Spread out on his stomach in just his boxers. He looked amazing. Rekker was sexy but Sigurd made his insides flutter. The young Dane huffed out a breath of disappointment then shoved himself underneath the sleeping Swede.
“Why are you always fucking sleeping?” He grouched as he wiggled under Sigurd and into his arms. He was feeling even antsier than he was when he got up. He finally got into a comfortable position, but he couldn’t stay there. Sighing he shifted around. Nowhere was comfortable because all he could think about was the way Rekker had Bjorn pinned to the wall. He couldn’t get it out of his head nor stop his body from craving Sigurd who was still fucking asleep. He pulled himself away and crawled over Sigurd into the back of the bunk. He felt angry and thought about shoving the bassist out onto the floor to wake him up.
Mikkel balled himself up, half sitting in the corner, furious because he was so horny, and Sigurd was dead to the world. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
He grouched in the darkness wondering if the Swede would wake up and if he didn’t, what then. Mikkel wiggled out of his pants. If Sigurd didn’t wake up, then he was going to have to take care of things himself. Dirty bastard. In frustration he kicked Sigurd’s thigh before balling up on his side to try and forget what he saw and what he was thinking. It wasn’t likely to work.
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Date: 2022-04-24 08:58 pm (UTC)Sigurd wasn't in the mood to argue since he was tired and a little pissed off at Mikkel's attitude but could tell the brat was just needy and probably jealous others were getting it and he wasn't. Yet, the Swede was willing to fuck Mikkel anytime he wanted. All he had to do was ask instead of acting like a bitchy brat. Mikkel was being himself of course.
"Fuck, Mikkel---"
How horny was the boy? Sigurd let out a low moan at feeling those fingers grabbing his shoulders in a rough grab. The Swede's lips now pressing kisses along the Dane's neck, sucking at the skin beneath Mikkel's jaw.
"I guess I'll have to prove that I'm the best fuck on this bus. You deserve to have a sore ass after waking me up to bitch that you've got a hard-on."
Sigurd gripped the brat's hips as he then pulled his boxers down his legs and onto the floor so he could rub his half-hard cock against Mikkel's.
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Date: 2022-04-24 09:08 pm (UTC)He was so pissed and needy right now. Mikkel was still learning how to ask, uncertain, worried. Mikkel shifted under Sigurd, whining from the weight on his body and digging his nails in as his head fell back.
The thought of being fucked drove Mikkel crazy. "Please..."
The begging was coming naturally once Sigurd was rubbing against him. He shoved up against Sigurd, grinding against him, desperate for his lover. "I.. fuck me... you bastard."
The brattiness was all but gone as Mikkel gave in to how horny he was, begging the Swede.
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Date: 2022-04-24 09:16 pm (UTC)Sigurd wrapped his arms around Mikkel, picking him up over his shoulder as he walked to the back of the bus away from anyone and then put the needy boy down, instantly shoving his body against Mikkel's until it hit the back of the bus. The Swede's lips now pressed up against the Dane's, kissing hungrily.
Fuck, he should have done this a long time ago.
"Mikkel---"
Both men now naked together kissing. Sigurd rubbing his now fully erect cock against the brat's, moaning softly against Mikkel's ear.
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Date: 2022-04-24 09:26 pm (UTC)He gasped but then started laughing when he was dragged out of the bunk and put over the Swede's shoulder. Rekker looked up from where he was sitting, still holding Bjorn who felt like he'd fallen asleep. This was the usual and he shifted around to give the two privacy.
Mikkel was gasping and barely had his feet on the ground before he was grinding against Sigurd. He met that hungry kiss, shoving his tongue into the bassist's mouth.
"I want you." Mikkel pulled out of the kiss and wiggled turning around so that Sigurd was against his back. This is what he wanted. The moment he saw Rekker shoving Bjorn against the wall. This is what he wanted. He leaned back into Sigurd, moaning, pleading with little whimpers.
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Date: 2022-04-25 03:39 pm (UTC)Sigurd was being a tease as he then shoved up his body against the brat's; his fingers now moving to slip around Mikkel's hard cock, stroking it a few times, wanting to hear the younger man beg to be fucked. The Swede was rubbing his own stiffness against the dancer's naked ass cheeks, groaning lewdly.
"Fuck, brat! Will you beg to be fucked for me?"
It was kinky but Sigurd was horny and aroused now thanks to the brat wanting to be fucked up against the back of the bus. Of course he did. Just seeing some of the others casually fucking had to rile the brat up. Sigurd pressed kisses along the back of Mikkel's neck as he let go of the boy's cock. Shit, they needed lube.
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Date: 2022-04-25 03:56 pm (UTC)"Please." Mikkel squirmed as those lips touched his overly sensitive skin. He'd heard Sigued but was so distracted by his own body, whimpering when Sigurd stopped stroking him. "I want you."
Mikkel was pushing back even harder against the Swede's body, panting and gasping. He pulled harder on the handful of hair he had. "Daddy..."
The word came out as a begging whine. Mikkel wasn't thinking about lube or anything else at this point.
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Date: 2022-04-25 06:06 pm (UTC)Sigurd could tell just how needy the Dane was just by the way he was rubbing up against the Swede's hard cock. There was no time to go back and get the lube now so the needy bassist just slicked up his cock with some spit and then gripped Mikkel's hips with his fingers, thrusting up inside the Dane with one rough push.
"Oh fuck!"
Just hearing the word daddy got Sigurd moaning loudly as he pulled some of Mikkel's hair slightly and began ramming into his tight ass. Fuck, it was dirty but this was a quick, needy fuck. His hips snapping up in an erratic rhythm as he fucked the brat, groaning deeply and gasping out in pleasure.
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Date: 2022-04-25 07:07 pm (UTC)However, he'd learned to relax when it hurt and was soon leaning back into Sigurd, mouth open, panting and moaning. This was what he wanted. He craved it so much right now.
"Oh.. you feel good." Mikkel pushed back into the thrusts and started begging and whining in Danish.
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Date: 2022-06-09 08:02 pm (UTC)Sigurd was lost in pleasure, gripping Mikkel's hips as he slammed his cock in, hearing the slap of hot flesh against flesh. The Swede not giving a fuck who heard because he was horny as hell and wanting to fuck his trashy brat senseless. Groans and grunts of pleasure could be heard as Sigurd then began crying out in ecstasy.
"Ngh---so fucking tight---"
Mikkel was still so tight and Sigurd loved it because it increased their pleasure together. How long would brat last? The bassist not being able to sustain such an aggressive pace for long.
"FUCK!---"
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Date: 2022-06-10 12:00 pm (UTC)"Daddy.." He trailed off into a string of moaned Danish. The way Sigurd had a hold of him made his knees go weak and tremble. It left him clawing at Sigurd to get ahold on something because he felt like his legs couldn't keep him upright. The aggressive pounding forced him to orgasm so hard and fast that I'd he wasn't holding on he would have fallen. Even weak legged he shoved back against Sigurd screaming his name. No wonder everyone talked about getting pinned to the wall.
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Date: 2022-08-12 08:07 pm (UTC)"Fuck!---Mikkel---yes---"
The Swede gripped his lover's hips, shoving inside again and again until he was spent. His hair now in his face, damp and sweaty; his skin aglow with lust and hot to the touch. Biting Mikkel's shoulder, Sigurd groaned and nuzzled into that blond hair, sighing with pleasure. Fuck! Who cared who heard them. Everyone else did it.
"You're a fucking dirty brat."
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Date: 2022-08-13 02:09 pm (UTC)"Sigurd." He barely got the word out but he's squirming against his lover, more like dancing against him slowly. "I still want you."
Mikkel felt tired but still lusty and wanton. He finally untangled his fingers from where he had a hold on Sigurd's hair but his hand didn't go far as he started to run his fingers over the bassist's cheek. He had forgotten the rest of everything, except the lingering thought of watching Rekker and Bjorn and how much he wanted more like this and directly to be fucked against the pole he usually danced on. The thoughts alone had him sighing while shoving his hips back into his lover. The thoughts were more erotic than Mikkel was used to having, so much so that it caused him to shiver against Sigurd.